I was a prisoner. Yes, a prisoner to my past. I was scared to break out, so I was waiting for someone to bail me out.
I was scared of walking away from my abusive relationship. I was scared of the truth. I was scared of starting afresh. I was scared of my future. I was scared of those mountains ahead of me, so I dared not climb.
I was scared of making decisions, so I remained where I was.
I got comfortable with mediocrity. I was scared of change, so I chose to endure, instead of leaving my comfort zone.
I allowed my fear to overwhelm me. I allowed who I used to be to stop me from becoming who I wanted to be. I was shortsighted about my future.
I wanted freedom; I needed to be free. I decided to forgive those who broke and hurt me because revenge is like biting a dog because it bit you.
I began to love myself even in my imperfection, knowing that no one will do this job for me. It’s my responsibility.
I invested in myself, spent time with myself, started to do the things I love. I learned to appreciate myself, life and everything God created.
I found freedom in the wind! That’s perfect freedom. I broke out. I shun fear now, and I’m living my dream life.
